- December 5 It had been ten days since he last saw her. He still felt the way she felt on his body, the way her hair felt in his hand, the warmth between her legs. Ten days and he still couldn’t beli...

- I was sitting in the corner of the room in my tiny library cubical. I couldn't stop tapping my pencil rhythmically and absentmindedly on the desktop. Normally I was a giggling ball of fun, drawing att...

- She was tired of always being the good girl. She went to church, obeyed the speed limit, visited or called her parents every week and was always on time for work. She always followed the rules. It wa...